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I yelled, and began to happily dance in my seat. “Turn the music up, let's do it! Come on people let’s get loud,” I sang at the top of my lungs. This song was one of my anthems, it pumped me up big time. When I’m feeling good and in my element, nobody can tell me shit. “Let the music make you free, be what you want to be, make no excuses,” I sang. I felt Fanny’s mood shift. *No excuses! Let’s get loooooud,* Fanny said, and she flashed me an image of her swaying her hips.

Chapter 3: Twelve Years Ago The bass from the cheap speakers vibrated through the crowded basement. Twelve years ago, nineteen years old Noah had felt completely out of place. He was skinny, shy, with messy dark curls falling into his eyes and glasses constantly sliding down his nose. He held onto his red plastic cup tightly, wishing he could just blend into the wall. He never liked parties. They were too loud, with too many people and was too easy to get picked on. “Hey, four-eyes! You gonna drink that or just stand there like a fucking loser?”

A malicious air permeated into the air as he glanced towards the forest, meeting the eye of a feral beast. The man appeared ecstatic then his surprised face went cold as he ordered his men to open the car door. They drove away from there and there flashed before her the life she had been living while she still has no recollection of the past. She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. TBC Maple Writes (Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.)

"You've never made me feel the way food does." Connor smirked, leaning in every so slightly. "You've never had me in your mouth, babe." I slapped him, not too hard, but enough for him to get the point. "Too much?" I laughed while nodding my head. "Not only was it disgusting, it was also cringe-worthy." He shook his head, "Sorry, I'm working on it." **** At the time we normally have our free period at the end of the day, there was the homecoming pep rally going on.

he said mocking me, they knew the meaning of it. They knew I was a Muslim. They knew it was a necessity. Yet, they did this. I fell to the ground my long honey hair falling from the bun. I tried to yank the scarf from his feet, but I couldn't. Many took off there phones recording the whole thing. While I was numb. I deceived my god. everyone saw me and my hair. everyone was laughing when I finally succeed to pull the scarf away from his feet, it dirty stained with dirt. I pulled on my head, standing only to look at Tania, a smug look on her face.

I was savoring the taste while having a good companion to go with it. "But seriously Lori, since you know I'm rich it means that you can maintain your lifestyle. I'll support you. That's me being your sugar daddy, in return of your companion." I laughed hearing his words. "Sorry it's one thing hearing Adriana said Sugar Daddy, but hearing you stating so, it's like a kink you know. Mm...do you have a kink that I should know about?" My face paled, making him laughed hard at me. There were some glances, that were thrown at us. He said that he haven't laughed this loud in years.

Frederick glared at his brother," You can say all you want but I am getting Kristen back and you will help me." "And how will I do that?" Gabby asked with his eyebrows raised. "There is a new guy in Kristen's life and he would not allow me to get close to Kristen so I am sending you in place of me. None of them know who you are, you can pretend as a friend." Gabby was lost momentarily by what Frederick said. What in the world is he planning? "So how will pretending to be her friend help you? I mean, if this guy is so protective of Kristen and would not want another man near her, how do you think I will be able to pretentiously be a friend?"

Freya scrambles back to the corner and pulls the thin blanket tighter around her body as she trembles in fear. "Freya… I know what I look like, look at me," I softly speak, slowly I reach out and pull her chin up to meet my gaze. She whimpers and pulls away, I let the glamour reveal my face so she can see who I am. "Daddy!" Freya's body violently shakes when she throws herself into my arms with tears freely flowing down her face.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Daddy? She feels like a naughty girl who is jumping on her daddy's lap, she is a feverish slut for this man who is fucking her mercilessly. She never called a man daddy during sex, but the dirtiness of the idea makes her insides pulsate around his cock. "Oh! You are squeezing me so hard." He groans and smiles at her arrogantly. "Are you gonna come, babygirl?" "Ahh, yess.." She breathes out and clenches her hands on his shoulders, looks at his eyes. "I am gonna come, daddy! "